Barbie blinked her blue eyes, disoriented as she took in her surroundings. Overhead, strands of fairy lights flickered softly, illuminating a cozy room filled with pillows and blankets thrown haphazardly across the floor. Laughter and chatter drifted in from outside, but it felt distant, like a dream she hadn’t quite woken from yet.
How did she end up here? She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate for clarity as a wave of dizziness washed over her. But when she opened them again, the reflection in the nearby mirror sent her heart racing.
Long, golden hair cascaded down her shoulders; full lips painted a soft pink smiled back at her. She was stunning—an image of what society might deem the “ideal” girl. Her body felt different, too; curvy in ways she had never experienced as Bobby. She looked like a typical sixteen-year-old girl, and yet, the whole situation felt surreal.
“No way,” she whispered, her own voice sounding soft and melodic. “What did they do to me?”
The memory of Sarah, Hannah, and Milly ganging up on Bobby came rushing back, filled with giggles and playful threats. It had all started innocently enough, but the aftermath of being “caught” spying had quickly turned into something bizarre. Magic? It had to be just that. Bobby always thought their games were harmless—until now.
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